Hunter of the Perished World

“Sister!"

The transient rush rushed to the Sorceress, who wasn't feeling well, and grabbed her.

Even pretended to know that the situation of the Sorceress was serious.

And the Sorceress knew better.

Normally, she would insist on where to put her hands, but she had no strength to do so.

Now that I can see nothing, it was better that I could feel the existence of supersonic tones only by feeling and sound.

“Why did you come? This penny.... ”

“Is that what you're saying in this situation? ”

“Done. There's not much time left.... Are you here?”

“Yes, something is happening that goes beyond the unsub's understanding. ”

“Is that so... I wish I didn't, but I wish everything was a coincidence.... ”

His voice trembles, but he does not cry, whether he will spend his precious time incoherent, as if he knew that the sorcerer was going to die soon.

“Sister, you'll be fine. You'll be fine.”

The sorceress smiled faintly at the hopeful words of the first millennium. She knew best how good it would be, but there was no chance of that.

“Priest.”

“Yes, ma'am. ”

The Sorceress raised her hand with difficulty. Now that the Dark Bone has run out of power, she can barely move an arm and her fingertips tremble. The Sorceress put her hand on the ball of superfluity with difficulty, and her hand on the ball.

Like I'm supposed to do this because I can't see it.

I have to tell you,

I thought we'd find out as soon as we met again.

When the situation came, her mouth wouldn't fall off, because she lived as a dishonest person her whole life.

“Priest.”

“Yes, ma'am. ”

“Priest…. ”

“Yes, I'm here. ”

So, all she had to do was summon a priest in secret.

Too little time, the last time.

“Priest…. No.”

Was that so hard to say?

Even if I tried to be honest for a moment, it's harder than deciding to die.

“Yul…. ”

“Yes.”

When she calls a priest by his name, her expression becomes relentless and fragile. Her expression in front of death was unbearable at the earliest hours.

Is it okay to do that?

If I say that in front of death, he will have to live with that in his heart for the rest of his life.Am I allowed to do irresponsible things that put him out of his mind to go now?

How many times can a sorcerer open his lips?

“I already know that even if you don't say it out loud. ”

Renaissance renders Sorceress's worries meaningless.

‘Yes, that's right... ’

We didn't take it out of our mouths, but we already know each other's stories. If it was a problem to burden, it was practically meaningless because they had been carrying each other for a long time.

You don't have to tell me if it's hard.

The Sorceress opened her mouth with difficulty.

“I hated you. ”

“… Yes? ”

I was embarrassed by the unexpected words. The Sorceress smiled as if she knew there would be such a reaction. Still holding his hand to his cheek.

“I tried not to. ”

It was only then that the supernatural realization was that it was telling stories of the long past. The ultrasonic murmurs lonelily, wrapped in her cold hands.

“Why…. Did you?”

“Because you remind me of my sins.... ”

“Guilty?”

“I have a long story to tell. ”

Even if you spend the rest of your time.

The Sorceress was telling stories that must be told by squeezing the power to die.

I had to know about the extraordinary rate. Even if it is his own selfishness that wants to be forgiven as he dies.

About his madness and his victims' infancy.

“Go ahead, sister. ”

“Thank you... ”

You both know the story, but you also have to know the story behind it.

Teacher, along with Guyun, she became a human being. Starvation, no fear of murder, traveled the world learning spells and receiving souls.

It's been about two years. The teacher picked up another orphan.

On the day of the priesthood, the first impression of the chaos was not contempt or contempt.

It was more like fear.

The Sorceress who lived as a human was horrified when she saw the infancy of a child of my age.

I remembered the image of my brother who was already not in the world, and the forgotten guilt about himself who ate him. When confronted with the supernatural, the Sorceress realizes again who she was, and the more she mistook herself for a human being, the more persistent her past became.

It reminded me of the day I ate my brother with my bare hands, and the Sorceress couldn't even make eye contact.

After the priest's death, the teacher reached some lower sea altitudes and built several cabins in the deepest depths where monsters and humans were no longer present.

At first, he was completely acclimatized to a new life. I was gentle with the Sorceress as if I was always too weak, and I was busy following her around asking questions.

Every time, the Sorceress seemed to break her heart.

He smiled brightly and asked as if everything in the world was curious. He looked so much like his dead brother. Every time I saw him, I thought that Sorceress appeared before my eyes because she was reborn to punish her sins.

I was afraid to tell her why she ate me and why she had to.

She is too young to discern her absurd imagination from reality.

I had nightmares every night.

She ignores him young, not wanting to confront him. The persistent ultrasonic rate was agitated to see her scowling and angry, and the Sorceress couldn't see her dead brother in such a frenzy.

That's why I kept getting angry and grumbling and making people feel overwhelmed.

Consistent with neglect and contempt, it was the result of a combination of fears.

because he saw his brother in the flesh at the first rate.

It was because it was so frightening and so loving.

I couldn't stand the horror and the hug that I wanted to listen to somehow. But the Sorceress couldn't get close enough, so she just pushed it away.

Soon after, he became a coward who stood on his feet and realized that he wasn't the rebirth of his brother and didn't need to be afraid. After all, the fear of such a young child is something you can't live with for long.

The moment I realized I didn't need to be afraid of the supernatural, I was devastated by seeing the priest's crookedness in front of her eyes, even though his footsteps were a little loud.

What have I done to that innocent thing so far?

The boy who was lively and lovely was always there, but all that remained was the poor boy trembling slightly. It was entirely because of his striking fear and fear.

Now give her a hug. Take care of her. I wanted to apologize and take back the smile that I had crushed with my hands.

For only a few days, the Sorceress tried to pay attention to the choreography, doing things she didn't normally do.

He helped me learn a few tricks, train my body, and relieve my mind at the end of my day.

Of course, the ultrasound choked my head, crying out what I had done wrong because of the concern of the Sorceress. The weak body of superfluity only brought all the attention of the Sorceress to violence, but the Sorceress could not understand it.

And apart from realizing it, the Sorceress faced another problem.

Every time I approached the millennium, the Sorceress grew disgusted from the depths of my heart. The frightened one was trembling so pitifully, I couldn't bear it unless I patched him up. But every time I thought about it, the Sorceress reflected on her sins.

In the process of collecting the mind, the Sorceress knew more about my affliction than anyone else, so she had no choice but to know her hostile self.

Deep in my heart to care for and save the baby, there was a low desire to make a replacement for my brother.

There was a self who tried to atone for his sins in a wrong way.

The days when I felt fear and hatred for the extraordinary being, which was completely wrong, were clearly wrong.

Therefore, I had no choice but to say it was wrong to be good at ultrasonic, which was completely wrong to make a replacement for my brother.

His heart, which he wanted to make up as a substitute for his brother, by saving him for the ultrasound, was clearly a filthy thing.

If he had to hug the poor guy he created, he would be able to turn back the wrong time, but the Sorceress knew that doing so was even more a crime against the earliest rate and against his dead brother.

I don't deserve to love him.

I fell asleep like a spell every night.

Eventually, she knew that the heart was also contradictory and wrong, but she could not find any other answer.

But I tried not to love the supernatural rate. I tried not to mind.

But trying not to love something is a contradiction in the beginning.

What's different than admitting that you already love it when you try to. The Sorceress tried to deny my heart, and I wanted to give it up because she knew I didn't deserve to love the ultrasound.

I didn't want to acknowledge my feelings, so the Sorceress was even more callous to the supersonic. He tried not to even give me eyes, and acted in a way that was different from what I had in mind.

Eventually, they only hurt each other.

It was a day of trying not to love, trying not to care about something. That's why the Sorceress saw it every day without looking at it, looked at it without looking, and was always together without being together.

He was afraid of the Sorceress. That's why when I saw her, I clasped my head and stepped back.

Every time I saw him, the Sorceress seemed to go mad with guilt. Nevertheless, the wooden self, who behaves without confidence with his mouth, was an example of a crazy bitch.

I wanted my desire for self-satisfaction to go away.

When will I not see my brother's visions from him? When will I be able to hold him with a clean heart?

The Sorceress knew that that day would never come. If he no longer had a vision of his brother, then the Sorceress would be caught again by the many evil acts that had been done to the supernatural rate. Once you've erased your guilt, there's another guilt.

In the days of hating ultrasonic rates like Saturn, I knew that ultrasonic rates would now hug her and not even bother to pee in fear.

On the night the priest fell asleep from training, the Sorceress constantly apologized, holding the sleeping priest's hand.

‘Sorry, sorry, sorry... ’

A sister who ate her sister.

From that moment on, the Sorceress was never able to live with herself.

‘I'm sorry... ’

Her love was a madman, and she could never truly love someone unless she could forgive herself. When the ultrasound cried and slept, the Sorceress stayed up longer crying at night when the ultrasound fell asleep.

Days of shivering with insanity. I wanted to hug her, but I couldn't. He was just a poor man who had been sacrificed for a guilt she couldn't forgive herself.

Because it's a sin.

Guilt is the most harsh on the human being who knows how to feel guilt, and even the people around him are harsh.

There were questions about the teacher who did not interfere at all with the abnormal and distorted priestly relationship.

The ultrasonic rate was thought to stimulate the teacher's improvements in the panic. That's why I thought the bystander was for the Sorceress.

However, it was also painful for the Sorceress.

In the beginning, the teacher knew that the Sorceress had eaten her brother.

That's why he knew what it meant to the Sorceress.